The palm trees sway,
to and fro,
a rhythmic wind gust dance,
of relaxing moods.
The sound of the ocean,
puts me at peace,
the waves crash mildly,
a perfect water.
The sand grabs my body,
octopus tentacle grip,
I could stay here forever,
the nirvana of the coast.
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